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Douye Soroh: My name is Douye Soroh, and I’ve always loved escaping into the pages of novels and fantasy stories. Authors like T.C. Southwell, Brandon Sanderson, John Gwynne, R.J. Barker, and many others created vast, unforgettable worlds that felt like home to me — worlds that inspired me to start building my own. That’s why I created this space: to share the dark, twisted, and magical stories that live in my head, and hopefully, one day, to publish full-length fantasy novels of my own. The journey hasn’t been easy, but passion and determination keep pushing me forward. Thank you for being here with me. Twisted Stories provides original, human-written dark fantasy and folk horror intended to explore [themes like karma, morality, etc.].

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The Blood Oath Of Instagram

The Digital Silhouette "Is your name truly Yetunde?" Sabastine typed in the chat box in Instagram. He had been chatting with this girl who had the shape of Beyonce and the face of Angelina Jolie for quite some months now, and this is the first time he is asking her to reveal her real name. He smacked his head with a sigh. Dating has been boring lately and the stress of wooing a new girl is very annoying to him—or he just knew it is a general thing with men these days. "No!" she replied with a laugh emoji. "I don't even know such words exist." "Thanks The Two Gods , I nearly bit my tongue trying to even pronounce it." She had replied with another laugh emoji and he hit his with a smiling emoji. "So what is your real name?" he asked her, waiting patiently for her reply. "My real name comes with a price," was her reply. "Hmm... what price?" "You haven't seen my real face, and yet you're asking for my ...

Marked By The Spirit: The Binding Ring

The Warning "Stop looking at me if you know what is good for you." That was the word the young beautiful woman said to Benneth. He had seen her standing in front of the McDonald's parking lot, and he couldn't help admiring her beauty. She's tall, about seven feet, has a thin jaw line and eyes that sparkle dark ember. She has dark hair that reaches her shoulder and she was wearing navy blue pants with a yellow top and a word written in the front: "DON'T LOOK, KEEP WALKING." A Persistent Smile "How can I see a beauty like you and move away?" he asked as he gave her his best smile. He has been told his smile could melt a heart, but seeing her frown, he knew it had no effect on her. "This is your last warning," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I will take whatever punishment you can give me if I can have your number," he grinned at her. "I'm not interested," she said. "What can I do to...

The Nerd, The Player, And The Pinky Rose

The Nerd and the Player Kola is an average guy. He is quiet, timid, and a down-to-earth kind of guy. He loves solving complex math problems—sometimes people even call him a nerd because of the way he can solve any equation put in front of him. His main hobby is playing basketball and, to be honest, he’s a natural at it. Standing 6ft tall with a muscular physique and strong cheekbones, he looks more like a pro athlete than a math whiz. He wears glasses and is incredibly handsome, but to cap it all off, he is painfully shy; he can’t manage more than three words whenever a girl is around. An Unlikely Duo It was one evening during their sophomore year of college when he met a guy named Danny. Danny is a cocky guy—the type who knows how to give good or bad advice depending on what you lay on his table. Kola had been at the school for two years before Danny arrived as a transfer student, which landed him in the same year as Kola. It turned out they were assigned as roommates. From the ...

The Curse Of The Red Eye

The Curse of the Red Eye He doesn't know the origin of his curse. He had asked his mum while growing up, but she hadn't given him a good answer. Everyone who looks at him says he looks different from other humans, and yet he is human—or so he thought—but his mom wouldn't say anything about his origin. It started one morning as he walked to school. He was just ten years old when the curse took effect. As a kid, he was skinny with red eyes that no one could hold eye contact with for more than a few seconds. That day, as he walked, he felt the weather changing. It was sunny when he left home, but after a few blocks, the sky grew darker and the wind picked up. He saw people hurrying toward their homes and others closing shutters, but he trudged on, not wanting to be late. Soon he could no longer bear the wind as it began peppering him with small pebbles of stone. A man hurrying home at the corner called out, "Hey kid, come over here before it rains!" "I don...

The God Of Bountiful

A God's Hunger He was angry as he looked down on the mortal world below. If you looked closely, you would see his cheeks growing redder and redder with every passing moment. He hadn't been the same for a year now, and it had started showing on his appearance. "How dare them," he wailed. "How dare they let me suffer — after all, I am the God of Bountiful." He could do nothing but watch from above as those he thought worshipped him enjoyed a feast like never before. He could practically smell the grease coming from the large elk on the spit over a roaring fire. He watched as they sat around the fire, cutting huge chunks of meat and drinking from jugs of wine. He didn't know when he had taken a step toward the mortals, but he caught himself. It was so painful to watch. He was about to look away when he saw a kid — no more than ten — brandishing a knife as he went to the elk and carved a large chunk, while the elders laughed and praised him, saying he woul...

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